Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Finally back up and running
Sure as Bush is the worst president in modern history, a porn surfing trojan is going to keep coming back. Finally, we decided that the best solution was just to reinstall windows and start over. Thus the hunt for my OS disk, along with the laborious process of tracking down every driver, app, and scrap of worthwhile writing. All my life's written work does not make 10 megs. My PC still can't seem to find the damn Network Neighborhood, but at least I'm back on the internet and completely 100% malware free.
I sure did take the instant access to the internet for granted.
What motivates someone to create a nasty virus that goes out and damages others peoples property?
I used to just consider all that stuff on the internet as something similar to a natural phenomenon. Devices have to have immune systems for the same reason organisms do. But the Porntastic Trojan had an author, some prick with nothing better to do with his life than sit around and code something that will hijack my media player and start downloading large files of hardcore.
At least it was no more harmful than that. I didn't lose any files, and tales of my tribulations have amused many. Like my friend said last night, 'when are you not in the mood for porn?,' or 'is the picture quality good?'
It all sounds so funny, until your mother is visiting and suddenly the sound of sado-masochistic hardcore starts pouring from your bedroom. . .
I sure did take the instant access to the internet for granted.
What motivates someone to create a nasty virus that goes out and damages others peoples property?
I used to just consider all that stuff on the internet as something similar to a natural phenomenon. Devices have to have immune systems for the same reason organisms do. But the Porntastic Trojan had an author, some prick with nothing better to do with his life than sit around and code something that will hijack my media player and start downloading large files of hardcore.
At least it was no more harmful than that. I didn't lose any files, and tales of my tribulations have amused many. Like my friend said last night, 'when are you not in the mood for porn?,' or 'is the picture quality good?'
It all sounds so funny, until your mother is visiting and suddenly the sound of sado-masochistic hardcore starts pouring from your bedroom. . .
